" Who are you?" He asks.How can he ask me that, doesn't he remember who I am?No, ofcourse not. He must have long forgotten me. I'm pretty sure that 2 years ago, he wiped me off his memory and his life, the moment he literally threw me out of his house and called me all sorts of names. Not to mention those words that left me scarred for quite some time. At his sight then, I was gum under his shoes, the same that brought a problem, one he demanded I get rid off but I couldn't, because it was life. I didn't have the strength and the courage, to end a life, no matter the situation.So no, it's better I be a stranger now then remind him, of the trash he considered to have thrown out of his house.'" I asked you a question, who are you?" He repeats, this time frowning." Just a stranger." I say, pulling back my arm and r
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